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Saint's Cross

A man who travels the world alone on his motorcycle, he wears a necklass with a cross and a medal of St. Christopher. Though he doesn't look it he is not one you should mess with as he is a Blassreiter.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Hunter_Killer

Description

Full name of Character: Christopher
Reason, meaning or purpose behind the name: "And it was he who carried Christ across the river and became known as Christopher patron saint of travelers and motorists..."
Nickname: Saint's Cross
Reason for nickname: His work as a Blassreiter and the name of his finishing move.
Race: Demoniac
Occupation/class: Blassreiter

Physical Appearance:

Age: 29
How old they appear: 25
Eye Color: Silver
Hair color length and style: White hair cut just above the ears
Weight and height: 6' 3" and 215 lbs.
Type of body (build): A wiry body that looks like it is built more for running or endurance rather than fighting.
Skin tone and type: A deep tan from constant traveling and looks almost perfect.
Shape of face: flat cheeks and a narrowed chin with his slightly narrowed eyes.
Distinguishing marks: The left side of his face has a series of silver marks down its length and seem to be a part of the skin itself.
Predominant feature: His eyes, hair and left side of his face are the main interest.


Blassreiter Form
Weight and Height: 7' 8" and 420 lbs.
Build: Large with additional external armor around chest and head, a formidable body resilient to all kinds of ammunition and smaller forms of cannon.
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So begins...

Saint's Cross's Story

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Saint's Cross Crossing into the bar, the man finds a suitable seat that seems a bit far from everyone in it and takes a chain spinning it once before sitting in it and leaning back quickly to prop his feet up on the table. Arms crossing behind his head, a smooth sigh drifts out as calmly as any exhale as silver eyes drift shut for only moments before opening. While he physically didn't show any signs of fatigue, mentally he was exhausted from a long day on patrol.

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Saint's Cross glanced at Shen silver eyes twinkling before a small grin crossed his face, "I have considered grabbing a new outfit, but when you fall off a bike like mine, you want something that substitutes for your own body as you go skidding across the ground..." A small smile quirking at the right edge of his lips, "If I didn't know any better, I would assume you are the taunting type, all words and no fight."

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Saint's Cross chuckled again, arms raising up into a shrug, "I guess I should, but when you find yourself in a position like mine, you try to enjoy what you can since not everything is easy..." Glancing at the green flame he smirked, "Would this 'walk' happen to be safe or is it possible one might... 'trip' while enjoying it?" Other than watching the other he made no motion to try an flex of show off in the process remaining as he was. "Stereotype is it? Last I checked I'm a skinny guy with no want to fight at all... It looks like your the childish one looking for a quick scuffle..."

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Saint's Cross chuckled again, "Oh I'm sure I don't look the part, but sadly a bike is the best thing for my line of work, where fighting is considered anyways... But if you are really feeling up to it I could demonstrate it in a small sparring match outside. I don't think people would enjoy us ruining their time here." He stood slowly and observed the chair he was in then measured up the foxboy again, "Short little guy aren't ya... I shouldn't talk your probably all agility at that..."

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Saint's Cross chuckled and followed the foxboy out, moving off down main street to the right, crossing to just beyond the alleyway on that side and pausing, moving off to the center of the street and stretching as his right foot moved back, right hand sliding to level with his chest as left raised up and became parallel to his side, bending his knees slightly. "I am not much of a brawler, so go easy on me, though if you hit me too hard I might have to change, and I don't want you to regret it..." He chuckled but that small smile fell away to a creased frown as his eyes narrowed, focusing on the other as he prepared for the spar.

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Saint's Cross observed the other and slide heft foot around until shoulder's squared off, both hands at his sides before he pushed up running to his right then left then right again, zig-zagging as he charged, drawing his right hand to punch wide of the boy's head, root foot sliding around as left would turn using his momentum to draw behind his foe, who would most likely duck or turn to dodge the attack, in which case his left hand was dwan up bending at the elbow as he would deliver the blow behind him into his back, predicting the motion of the dodge, unless the boy could halt his own momentum and do a dead roll forwards since his knees never bent to prepare.

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Saint's Cross chuckled and flexed quickly moving off from contact so no more energy could be transmitted to the spell as ice cracked off his own outfit and flesh, remaining a few steps behind the boy as he chuckled rotating his left arm until feeling returned and then brushing off the remaining ice. "I said a sparring match not a fight to the death boy... Though I did leave it to a child to interpret I guess..." He shrugged calmly and walked farther behind until he was at least 1o feet behind, turning around and sliding into position again, "You try to pull something like that again and I will have to fight serious..." His smile fell away into a deeper frown as he spoke. "Your turn..."

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Saint's Cross chuckled as his eyes scanned across the first wave of projectiles left leg sliding behind right as he bent back turning his head just as their movements opened to allow his dodge to work. As he bent back he fell completely, falling flat to the ground as the second over shot him since he wasn't that close to the ground for the second. pushing up hurridly with a spin brought a few burning grazes to his arms though he barely grunted, the wounds half sealed from the heat themselves. "Woh boy... Do you usually fight all humans like this?" He spoke hesitantly as he barely managed past another wave of shots before standing the final wave catching him in a few of his pressure points and he sighed, "You got me... time to get you..."


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Saint's Cross
And it was he who carried Christ across the river to the other side and granted thy name Christopher the patron saint of travelers and motorists.
As he spoke a silver glow covered his whole body as his wounds healed quickly as a strange metallic armor seemed to sheath itself across his entire body, his form bending over as he grew in height by another foot at least, rising up as the strange armor covered his head, twin horns appearing from the sides as his stance widened the armor hardening as the sections for his eyes began to glow silver as a strange whitish gray energy began to glow along certain sections of his armor. His massive form taking stance once more, a large hand waving on the other for the next attack.

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Saint's Cross remains where he is standing as the flames converge on him, vanishing completely from view until his form seems shadowed in flames, from behind this burning backdrop the boy would watch as both arms slowly moved up to grasp the handles of what looked like a pair of swords, drawing them up and out, their blades impossibly long before the are out, the tips ultimately peaking from the curtain of flame before a silver glow took across the edge, arms crossing before sweeping outward, a massive rush of air fanning apart the flames as the figure seems unharmed, save for the smoke and steam rushing off his armor as he took two heavy steps out into the clearing, resting the blades into the ground, the massive things only a few inches shorter in length than he was tall. That impassive metal face glaring back before a voice grated, "I'm sorry... Did you do something?"

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Saint's Cross bared down one blade buried deep in the ground as the other stuck out. His armor crackling with excess electricity as more steams seemed to pour from the cracks of his armor and body though ultimately most of it passed from the air and became grounded below him. With a heavy grunt he pulled the blade out and regained himself standing impassively before the boy, not bothering to approach. "Ouch..."

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Saint's Cross took a step forward, and in the next moment was directly behind the boy, both arms across his chest and blades pointing away before he rose and took a few steps away, "I agree."
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Watching the boy cast the foxlightning her chuckled within himself, the boy just suggested everything even he should watch for. Feeling that playing around would get him nowhere he took a step forwards, feeling the nanomachines that brought him to this form enhancing everything about him he lunged, dragging both blades up in an X before slashing forwards, the tips traveling almost to fast to register as they aimed to make a shallow cut across the boys chest before he passed and then arose.

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Saint's Cross turned his head around to observe his surroundings before his hands twisted bringing the edges of the blades around to face upwards, before seeping them through dozens of these strings and the stars, like the magic fire that engulfed him the first time, the energy around the edges of the swords cut through it neatly as a sudden gust of wind began to form as the scissor cut split the star above him in half, lightning leaping onto his body in the process that made him almost light up like a christmas tree as the massive gust of wind forced lighting and magic energy away from the formation in static arcs, his hands rotating the blades sideways before twisting in a whirlwind of air and blades, tearing apart all the strings about his person for the equal cost of disbanding them and being shocked by them before he stooped, breathing heavily as steam rose and he walked smoothly across the final star, blade digging and cutting ruts in the ground to ground the final streams of electricity.


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Saint's Cross paused once he was outside his cage, ragged breaths going in and out before a rough laugh filled, crossing the blades before him again and sweeping them out a physical wall of air rushing to meet the other, disbanding the fire below him and slam him hard, as if it was a massive fist as the giant moved taking several east strides before throwing and arm around his body, the section easity crushing chest and neck alike as another blade was brought up to eye level, the impossibly reflective surface giving the boy his own reflection to look at. "Dead." The man said the word simply then released the boy giving him a shove to push him away before letting his blades sink into the ground to lean on them, "Not bad... you could give an Amalgam a run for its money boy..." He was breathing rather heavily.

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Saint's Cross sighs and draws both blades up and fans them out again, another massive gust rushing out, intending to shove the boy on his rear end. "Enough! Unless you have suddenly wanted to fight to the death this sparing match ends now... I have no conscious for killing children, he stood strait, holding his blades level before him regarding the other to see what he would do.

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Saint's Cross swung his right hand out, the back of his hand contacting against the unstable mass and shattering its composition as easily as swatting a fly. The giant form then planted both blades before him and leaned on them almost casually waiting for the other boy to just collapse from exhaustion and give in since he no longer wished to spar with an over the top fool.

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Saint's Cross was only leaning casually on the blades and simply stood, elbows dropping away as the lighting flared through both swords, the light becoming a dazzling silver before calming down again before he examined them closely, reaching to grab them and getting a mild shock, chuckling before putting them away, "What happened to the friend sparring... It seems like you want to kill me..."

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Saint's Cross observed the other calmly before picking up his blades and sliding them back where they belong and leaning against a wall, "You will notice after I changed I did very little to approach you, so why all the hostility... You tried to kill me in my human form if I recall as well..."

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Saint's Cross "oh... Kill me?" He chuckled walking from his position the silver light surrounding him as he did, ignoring the fool boy as he headed towards his bike instead. "You have control issues my friend, just feel lucky I'm not the 'fighting type'" He grinned at the statement keying on the engine until he heard it purr, turning it around to bring back in a section of the street that wasn't ruined. "You should think about that..."

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Saint's Cross stepped aside, almost as quickly as his changed form and he sighed, the bolt passing by him as his bike fell over. "You should learn to control your emotions too..." He went over and picked up the device listening to the motor before climbing on and opening up the throttle, pulling back as the bike began to transition into a devilish form of it once was, silver flames leaping from the exhaust pipe as his gunned down the road easily going 80 miles or faster, leaving a small cloud of dust and the confused boy to his thoughts.